I've yet to reply to the kind souls who have e-mailed me after that last entry, since I still scarcely know what to say. The responses were varied, to put it mildly, though best summed up by the subject-line in one word from Florida friend Jennie: "YOU?"
Yes. Me. But while my past few days have been ... tricky, what of others?
Tony 'phoned at the end of last week to say he'd been issued with an imperious summons to turn up in hospital on Sunday, with major surgery planned for today.
Thirty-six hours' notice was all he got. Last thing he knew, his memory troubles and his "wobbles" when out on the streets were to be discussed at a "staff meeting" (they used the English term) -- without the slightest explanation directed his way.
With his habitual and remarkable fortitude, and such scant details as we were able to extract from medical people, my old friend temporarily cancelled the rest of his life and has had the operation. I called tonight to learn that he's come through it fine and I can talk to him tomorrow.
 The Wildcat specifically requested a tulip.
Tonight.
Sweetheart, do you know what this one "means"?
Welcome to the deep end.
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